She laughs. “What is it about you with that?”
“I’m a caveman,” I admit. “You being pregnant and wanting my cock makes me fucking feral.”
She reaches between us and grips my hard-on through my briefs. “So I feel. Is all of that for me?”
I laugh at her coquettish tone. She knows it’s for her. Fucking her has become my favorite hobby. And thankfully for me, she wants it all the time. Her pregnancy has made her insatiable, and I have zero complaints. And when she comes—which she always does now—damn.
A million things have happened this last month. Our fake wedding pictures made the front page of national news and were buzzing everywhere, especially in the hospital. I got immediately reinstated as Skylar said, and Josh lost his position as a resident at Boston Children’s Hospital. He was furious and came after Skylar in the ICU that day, only to subsequently be dragged out by security. That, along with the picture of the marks on her neck, was used when Skylar filed a restraining order against him.
She also had her attorney send him a notice informing him that if he left Skylar alone for good, she wouldn’t file assault charges against him. He didn’t know at the time—and neither did Skylar—but the alley he brought her into had cameras set up. The entire incident was on video, and she has a photograph of her neck following it. It wouldn’t have just ruined his career. It could have sent him to jail.
Skylar is a Fritz after all.
He agreed, and we haven’t seen him since. Skylar also asked him to relinquish his paternal rights to the baby and had her attorney send the paperwork for it. His other option was extensive therapy and only visitation when she allowed it and with supervision. She told him she’d use all her money and family power to keep her child safe and that the choice was his on how he wants to proceed.
So far, we haven’t heard back from him on this, but Forest’s guy assures us he’s left Boston and moved to Atlanta. We’ll take it. For now. But once the baby is born, I plan to adopt her as mine, and we’ll take whatever steps we need to in order to keep both the baby and Skylar safe.
Michaela was suspended without pay for a week and put on a performance plan as well as probation. She didn’t end up staying and has subsequently left the hospital. Skylar doesn’t keep in touch with her, and I’m not sad about that.
Despite those things, this last month has been a dream come true. Zoey is happy and thriving. We told her about the baby and how we are going to be a family with it. It brought her to another level, and now she wants to be part of everything we do with the pregnancy and planning for the baby. Work has settled down for both of us, and Skylar’s pregnancy is looking great. Bonus, she’s not having any more morning sickness.
My hand slides up her thigh until I’m gripping her ass and using it to rub her over my aching cock as my mouth comes down on hers. She tastes like mint from her toothpaste and a sweetness that’s all Skylar. It makes my head spin and my heart gallop in my chest. Always. No matter how many times I kiss her or touch her, it’s like the first time. A kinetic pull only she has on me.
My hand glides into her hair, and I roll partially onto her, mindful of her belly, so I can deepen the kiss. I hike her thigh up higher and grind down into her, making her whimper andrub against me. It sends sparks shooting up my spine and draws my balls up with the need to come.
Her shirt, followed by mine, is pulled off, and I trail my lips down her neck, licking and sucking and tasting her skin. Her fingers rake through the strands of my hair, guiding my head where she wants it. My tongue swirls around one stiff nipple, and just as I suck it into my mouth, we hear a sound coming from downstairs, followed by the house alarm going off.
I shoot up off Skylar, immediately covering her with the blanket as I practically fall out of bed. Adrenaline takes over, charging my muscles and making my heart race.
“What the hell?” she cries, fear contorting her features. Especially as we hear more noise downstairs. “Oh my god! Someone’s in the house.”
“Get dressed and go into Zoey’s room. Lock the door behind you. I’m going down?—”
“No, you’re not!” she yells, sitting up and scrambling for her shirt while I hastily shove mine on. “You’re going to call the police and lock yourself in with me and Zoey.”
“Skylar, for once, just listen—” My voice cuts off as the alarm does. I blink at her as she blinks at me. “How did they turn it off?”
“I’m sorry!” a voice calls from downstairs. “It’s just me!”
“Micha?!” Skylar shrieks before she scrambles from bed and races for the door, not even caring—or possibly forgetting—that she’s only in booty shorts and a T-shirt. The door flings open, and Skylar flies down the stairs. I head into the hall just as Zoey opens her door with a hazy and confused yawn and a rub of her eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetie. It’s just Uncle Micha. You can go back to bed.”
“Uncle Micha is home?” Now Zoey is completely awake, and she too is heading down the stairs like her ass is on fire.Awesome. Evidently, this is happening now, and it’s also happening in front of my kid.
“Uncle Micha!”
“My favorite goddaughter! Look how beautiful you are. And big.” I hear him kiss her. “But speaking of big.” I turn and start down the stairs when I hear Micha exclaim, “Skylar, your belly is huge!”
Skylar laughs. “It’s not that big. I’m only fifteen weeks.”
“But… you have a baby growing in here. I can’t believe it. I’m touching your belly, and there’s a baby in there. I’m going to be an uncle.”
“Yes! I’m going to have a baby sister,” Zoey tells him.
That’s when I hear a sharp, “What?!You’regoing to have a baby sister?”
I close my eyes, blow out a breath, and continue to the bottom of the steps, where my best friend is looking at me with fury dancing in his bright blue eyes even as his hand is still on Skylar’s belly.
